Alive

There are millions of nature’s mysteries;
That I do not understand nor lay claim;
The harsh now billowing west wind’s eyes;
Engulf white-tipped frothy waves and collide;
The midnight storm showers and lightning did mate;
The fresh rain melts lavender petals in my wake;
I was entranced by its walls of gloom, dark and dim;
Manhood beats gallantly finally ridden of their sin;
Be Inquisitive;
Touch it;
Taste it;
Smell it;
Feel it;
Record it with Clarity;
Be Alive to Everything.

by, Heather Mirassou.